CURBSIDE PROPHET (Jason Mraz) [Chords Used] G      355433 C6sus2 8X778X Fmaj7  1X221X Bb5    6500XX F/A    533XXX [Intro] C6sus2 / 2x [Chorus] I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket to come      I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket y’all      [Interlude] C6sus2 / 2x [Verse 1] You see it started way back in NYC When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C. At a west end avenue at sixty-three  It’s the beginning of a leap year February ’96  With a guitar picked up in the mix  I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks  Well look at me now  Look at me now  Look at me now now now now [Chorus] I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket to come      I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket y’all      [Interlude] C6sus2 / 2x [Verse 2] Well then you’re never ever gonna guess  Where I’ve been been been  And I have no regrets  That I bet my whole checking account  Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end Well you can only count it      on the road again We’ll soon be on the radio dial  And I been payin’ close attention to the Willie Nelson style  Like a a band of gypsies on the highway while ’Cause I’m a one man pushin’ on the California skyline drive  Up the coast I brag and I boast I’m pickin up my pace and makin’ time like space ghost Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most  Put my cruise control on coast  ’Cause I’m tourin’ around the nation on extended vacation see  I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation  I say "I like your style crazy pound pup!  You need a ride?  Well come on girl hop in the truck!” [Chorus] With a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket to come      I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket y’all      I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket to come on        I’m just a curbside prophet With my hand in my pocket  And I’m waiting for my rocket y’all      [Verse 3] See I’m a down home brother redneck undercover  With my guitar here I’m ready to play  And I’m a sucker for a filly  Got a natural ability Give the freestyle look at my flexibility  Dangerous on the mike  My ghetto hat’s cocked right  All the ladies say "yo that kid is crazy"  We got the backstage betties taking more than they can get  They say "what’s up with m-are-a-z?” Hey hey hey hey. . . Ah hey. . . Something’s different in my world today Well they changed my traffic sign To a brighter yellow       Hey. . . Hey. . . Something’s different in my world today Well they changed my traffic sign To a brighter yellow       [Finale] I’m just a curbside prophet love Curbside prophet love    Curbside prophet love Curbside Oh come on Just curbside prophet love Waiting for my rocket Still I’m waiting for my rocket to come Now curbside. . .